"Martial Emperor Hall?" Xiao Yifei was sowhat surprised. This Empress was truly extraordinary, controlling all the remaining families in one fell swoop and establishing a massive Martial Emperor Hall that ruled the entire continent. Just what kind of overwhelming power was this, and to make the Ancient Clan bow down as well, it was truly astonishing...
No wonder, in this remote small town, there were soldiers patrolling back and forth. Their uniform attire was nothing like the Ancient Clan’s troops; it was as if they were the Emperor’s elite forces, domineering and imposing...
"Pow!" Having obtained the result he wanted, Xiao Yifei didn’t hesitate further. He first knocked the old man unconscious, making him think it was all a dream, because he had an important matter to attend to right now.
"Since that’s the case, I should go and inquire a bit more..." Now this Ancient World was no longer the realm of the seven Ancient Clans—it had beco the realm of a single person. Such terrifying control, an average person might not be able to master it at all. Suddenly, he had an idea, wanting to et this Empress...
Traveling all night, Xiao Yifei washed off the dirt on his body and changed into clean clothes suitable for this world. Now, without the strange attire, Xiao Yifei looked sowhat like a native born and raised here.
"The families I’m on good terms with include Zhang Po’s Zhang Family and Chang Wei’s Chang Family..." Xiao Yifei thought for a while and rembered these families. anwhile, mories of Zhang Po sacrificing his life to save him filled his mind again. Thinking back on it now, he still felt deeply sorrowful. He had initially thought of seeking revenge for his good brother when he ca back, but he didn’t expect soone else had already gotten ahead of him...
It was like a clenched fist suddenly striking cotton. Xiao Yifei felt a bit helpless, but more so, he felt a great deal of admiration and pain for these two brothers.
The Zhang Family was still considered one of the Ancient Clans, and so had not fallen into ruin. Because the Xiao Family was no longer in dominance, the Zhang Family’s circumstances began to gradually improve. In the center of the Ancient World, they still had a relatively affluent Zhang Mansion. Xiao Yifei took quite a long ti to find out that the Zhang Family had beco the present Zhang Mansion.
"Knock, knock..." Xiao Yifei courteously knocked on the door, and soon, a servant’s voice sounded from inside, "Who is it?"
"Hello, I wish to see the master of the Zhang Family. Just tell him Xiao Yifei is requesting an audience..." Xiao Yifei said with a smile. He had a good relationship with Old Master Zhang, the father of his brother Zhang Po, and because of Zhang Po, he had always had so ties with the Zhang Family. "Zhang Po, oh Zhang Po..." Xiao Fan thought of his brother again, feeling his eyes turn a bit red...
"Swoosh—" After a long while, the grand door of the Zhang Mansion swung open, and to his surprise, it was Old Master Zhang himself who ca to answer.
"Nephew!" Old Master Zhang said with a tinge of sadness, stepping forward to take Xiao Yifei by the arm.
"Hello, Uncle." Xiao Yifei was also deeply moved. This old father looked so much older now, perhaps because Zhang Po’s death had dealt a blow to this elderly man.
"Co on, let’s talk inside..." Old Master Zhang wiped away the tears from the corner of his eyes and said joyfully, then instructed his butler, "Quick, prepare so good wine and dishes. I must have a good drink with my nephew..."
"The silent autumn wind is tired of drifting... The sunset lingers unwilling to leave, hanging on the wall reluctant to part with ... Lofty ambitions pay off few confidants, rare are those who stay, turning back to hear laughter echo in drunken dreams..."
While drinking with Old Master Zhang, the lyrics suddenly resurfaced in Xiao Yifei’s mind. It was a song by a famous singer in the real world, and at this mont, it had a unique flavor here. Isn’t life just a process of "following lofty ambitions and looking back with a bitter smile"?
The conversation between the two revolved solely around Zhang Po. Old Master Zhang, having lost his son in his old age, and Xiao Yifei lanting the untily death of his brother, who had sacrificed his life for him. He still had plenty of ti to live, yet chose to trade his life for another.
"Uncle, I’m sorry..." Although it was a bit late, Xiao Yifei spoke in a very heavy tone, "Back then, Zhang Po died saving ..." As Zhang Po’s father, Xiao Yifei felt compelled to let him know the reason for his son’s death, at least to provide so understanding, and then he recounted everything that happened between him and Zhang Po.
"..." Old Master Zhang was visibly stunned for a mont, then his eyes were a bit moist. Smiling, he silently poured himself a glass of wine, downing it with a grin, saying, "That brat... I never expected he’d have such righteousness... So be it, it was his choice..."
Xiao Yifei was silent for a long ti. Although he didn’t experience the heartbreak of losing a child, he could feel that sadness. He too poured a glass of wine and drank it heavily, silently vowing to himself that in his lifeti, no matter how the Zhang Family developed, he would always protect them. This was the only thing he could do in Zhang Po’s place.
The two drank from evening until late at night. This sort of pain seed only alcohol could numb. Long-lost father and son, eting face to face, were filled with nothing but lancholy and greetings.
"Uncle, actually, I have an important request this ti..." After several rounds of drinks, Xiao Yifei finally put forth his purpose.
"My dear nephew, speak frankly. You’re that brat’s brother, and to , you’re practically like half a son. With our relationship, there’s no need to hide anything..." Old Master Zhang said forthrightly. He valued not only the tie of brotherhood with Zhang Po but also the potential and strength behind Xiao Yifei, which was enough to satisfy him.
"I want to," Xiao Yifei said hesitantly, "borrow so troops from Uncle..." Indeed, this ti he was here to seek assistance. Even though it was difficult to ask, there was no choice given the urgent situation outside; this was the last resort.
"So troops?" Old Master Zhang paused, looking sowhat puzzled.
So, Xiao Yifei explained everything happening outside to Old Master Zhang, trusting him entirely and hesitating not at all.
"Never did I expect my dear nephew to have such aspirations for the country." Old Master Zhang first praised with a smile, then he found himself in a dilemma, feeling sowhat hesitant.
"Uncle, is there a problem?" Xiao Yifei naturally noticed Old Master Zhang’s difficulty. It wasn’t that he thought the old man was unwilling to lend the troops—there must be so issue causing such hesitation.
"Nephew!" Old Master Zhang sighed. "It’s not that I don’t want to help you. Our Zhang Family is now strong with skilled warriors, but... you must have heard..."
"What is it, Uncle?" Xiao Yifei asked, sensing sothing strange.
"This Ancient World is no longer controlled by the Ancient Clans." Old Master Zhang sighed, "If this were the past, troop movents were entirely free, but now they’re not so free, there’s soone overseeing everything..." he gestured upwards, clearly indicating soone was managing these affairs.
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